What Happened to Entry Level Jobs?

The job market in the United States is in a crisis mode so dire that coming by a job opportunity today is almost a delicacy or a luxury while remaining a necessity of survival. As a recent college graduate, the reality of finding, achieving, and succeeding at a career in my job field is all too real. Even after completing an accredited degree program and internships, employers seem to skip over recent graduates due to their lack of experience. I am willing to say that if entry-level jobs were an animal, then they would be an endangered species.

According to an article written by Patricia Cohen in the October 2, 2015 issue of the New York Times, “With Friday’s revision, job gains have averaged just 167,000 a month for the last three months.”

On the first Friday morning in October instead of enjoying the first signs of fall (cooler weather, pumpkin spice in my coffee, sweaters and scarves) I’m distracted by the September Job Report. Proving many young people are sulking around to dead-end jobs that they do not care about just to pay their bills. The average college student spends four to five years building and refining the skills needed to succeed only to be cast out into the real world with a piece of paper stating their credentials in hand and a sparkle of achievement in their eye that fades as quickly as the dust begins collecting on their diploma.

142,000 more jobs seems pretty impressive if you have not been keeping up with reports from previous months. Unfortunately many of the previous months’ reports presented have later been changed and restated.

Dunstan Prial at Fox Business states, “The number of jobs created in July was initially reported as 245,000 but was revised down to 223,000, and the change for August was revised from 173,000 down to 136,000. The revisions mean that employment gains in July and August combined were 59,000 less than previously reported. Over the past 3 months, job gains have averaged 167,000 per month, well below the recent averages.”

Are these reports being beefed up with estimations before being released to the media on the first of the month when the hype for their results is inflated and later the real, lower number is released so maybe not as many people notice?

I personally have an English degree. There are multiple articles on the awesome, diverse, and coveted experiences a degree in English can offer. Which results in a broad field, English programs provide knowledge needed in journalism, real estate, paralegal positions, teaching, publishing, politics, communications, advertising, government agencies, marketing, or human resources. Graduate school even increases these opportunities. Still, when there are no jobs available these opportunities vanish.

“There’s nothing good in this morning’s report, we had very low levels of job creation, wage growth isn’t budging, and the unemployment rate would have risen if the labor force participation rate hadn’t fallen.” Carl Tannenbaum, chief economist at Northern Trust in Chicago, said in a New York Times interview.

The Senior Administrative Assistant of the English Department at the University of North Alabama is very diligent every month to post The National Employment Bulletin for both the liberal arts professions and communications professions available across all 50 US states. These bulletins list current jobs in communication, writing, editing, and the range for liberal arts is unimaginable. Nonetheless, for the month of September one single job was listed for the entire state of Alabama. One. This only job was also part-time. How are we expecting the economy to improve when people are struggling to pay their bills and do not have anything extra to put back into the community?

What is the likelihood of finding a job immediately after graduation compared to one year after graduation, after two years, after five years, how about after ten? The graduates that settle for jobs outside of their desired field might work their way up over time, but what happens when they get tired of a job they are not passionate about? How can they pursue their passion without opportunity?

Rutgers University performed a study including 444 interviews in 2012 with graduates from 2006 through 2011 stating, “Three in four were able to find at least one full-time job since graduation. But, only 51 percent were working full-time, 20 percent were attending graduate or professional school and 12 percent were either unemployed or employed part-time and looking for full-time work.”

In August of 2015, the state of Alabama had a 6.2% unemployment rate which has improved since August of 2014 with a rate of 7.2. According to the Alabama Department of Labor, but when nine out of 67 counties have more than 10% unemployment this is a huge issue. What is being done in the state of Alabama to bring in more jobs? Outsourcing jobs to save big corporations a little pocket change has torn our country’s economy apart.

Since the addition of the Remmington, GE, Jack Daniels, metal alloy, and auto industry plants in 2014 our state should be booming with jobs. In the last year, articles claiming 500 jobs available here, 2,000 jobs coming there, 50 here, 50 more there have circulated in the local media like hot cakes. Shouldn’t all of these opportunities add up to more than a 1% improvement?

Entry-level jobs have become a thing of the past. Applicants to new jobs are expected to have at least two years of experience. After four to five years of college classes designed to concentrate on specific criteria and a semester or sometimes two semesters spent in the job setting at internships graduates do not meet employers’ requirements for an entry-level job. These jobs need to be called what they are, experience required not entry-level. How are recent graduates expected to have two years of experience without the opportunity to work for any?

We need to fix this standard. We need more real entry-level jobs introduced. We need opportunity.

Without young employees, who will do the job when a current employee retires?

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Self Assessment as a Writer

I am extremely critical of my own writing. I will read, re-read, and edit my work around five times because I am never happy with the outcome. In high school I never wanted anyone else to read anything I had written, but through peer editing and choosing to pursue a degree in English with a minor in Journalism I have become more open to sharing my writing.

Throughout my time in high school and college many professors have told me that I write very differently than themselves or other students. I have yet to figure out exactly what they mean by this. The only idea I have of what the difference is would have to be that I am very concise in my writing. If I am given a topic and told to write 4 pages on that topic I usually struggle to stretch my sentences out to become that length. One of my high school teachers even helped me take several sentences out of an essay and turn them into three complete separate sentences each.

I usually dislike writing about myself, but this approach to it is much easier for me and I have actually enjoyed thinking about these things about myself. It’s a neat way to look at myself without feeling awkward about telling all these different facts about me. When I’m asked, “tell me about yourself,” I freeze up and draw a blank. I cannot think of things I enjoy doing or any descriptive words period.

When I decided that writing was what I wanted to do when I grow up I almost rethought my decision. But all in all I decided to go through with it. The dream career that I would enjoy doing for years to come would  be writing novels, but I know I’m not ready to start big just yet. Deciding on a genre and topic might be the death of me. I’d really like to start writing short stories, fiction or nonfiction.

I prefer the editing side of having an English degree. Editing feels like a putting together a puzzle. You have all of the pieces in front of you, some of them are just turned the wrong way and when you get them all to fit and flow correctly, you have a piece of art.

Branding

  • I’m creative
  • I’m hard-working
  • I’m agreeable
  • I’m alert
  • I’m bright
  • I’m capable
  • I’m coherent
  • I’m credible
  • I’m detailed
  • I’m discreet
  • I’m eager
  • I’m efficient
  • I’m fair
  • I’m honorable
  • I’m a puzzle-solver
  • I’m level headed
  • I’m mature
  • I’m pleasant
  • I’m productive
  • I’m punctual
  • I’m receptive
  • I’m quiet
  • I’m responsible
  • I’m sincere
  • I’m kind
  • I’m unbiased
  • I’m upbeat
  • I’m an adrenaline junky
  • I’m willing
  • I’m vivacious
  • I’m self-critical
  • I’m open minded
  • I’m introverted
  • I’m anxious
  • I’m idiosyncratic
  • I’m self-conscious
  • I’m flexible
  • I’m a bibliophile
  • I’m nice
  • I’m determined
  • I’m driven
  • I’m helpful
  • I’m hardworking
  • I’m understanding
  • I’m humble
  • I’m unassuming
  • I’m passionate
  • I look at both sides of situations
  • I’m smart
  • I’m aware
  • I’m friendly
  • I’m faithful
  • I’m loyal
  • I’m organized
  • I’m patient
  • I’m dependable
  • I’m modest
  • I’m grateful
  • I’m knowledgeable
  • I’m silly
  • I’m trustworthy
  • I’m polite
  • I’m cheerful
  • I’m logical
  • I’m sensible
  • I’m dedicated
  • I’m meticulous
  • I’m compassionate
  • I’m forgiving
  • I’m caring
  • I’m considerate
  • I’m persistent
  • I’m quick
  • I’m gentle
  • I’m happy
  • I’m obedient
  • I’m strong
  • I’m young
  • I’m splendid
  • I’m pleasant
  • I’m hilarious
  • I’m enthusiastic
  • I’m courageous
  • I’m easygoing
  • I’m honest
  • I’m neat

Review of: “The End of Education”

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    • Neil Postman
    • October 29, 1996
    • The End of Education: Redefining the Value of School
    • Vintage
    • ISBN# 978-0679750314

Neil Postman’s book, The End of Education: Redefining the Value of Education, takes a look into reevaluating the American education system. Postman discusses several options to improve our educations. He discusses the school system, but makes a point that our education is much beyond our actual schooling. While we learn many different things in school, our education is way beyond math and science equations, but also incorporates what we do on our own to educate ourselves. On our own time outside of school, we teach ourselves by playing in the sandbox, exploring outside, researching topics of interest online, reading books, flipping through magazines, watching the news, watching movies, talking with friends and family, gardening, cooking, and caring for pets. We educate ourselves more than we learn in school, and today the things in the media that we rely on for this education are very reflective of society. Today in the media we see things like Jersey Shore, Family Guy, conspiracy theories, we’re entertained by others’ pain and arguments. Postman argues that to improve our education we need a unifying narrative, or a factor that we all agree upon in order to find a sense of purpose. Without purpose, humans feel like their life is not worth living and many times commit suicide. By having a joint purpose, of serving our individual purpose under this unifying narrative, we seek to further our education about the narrative and ourselves. The narrative is our drive, our inspiration for continuing. The problem lies in today’s education system, according to Postman:

“For in this case, our citizens believe in two contradictory reasons for schooling. One is that schools must teach the young to accept the world as it is, with all of their culture’s rules, requirements, constraints, and even prejudices. The other is that the young should be taught to be critical thinkers so that they become men and women of independent mind, distanced from the conventional wisdom of their own time and with strength and skill enough to change what is wrong.”

I agree with Postman’s argument here. First children are told that they cannot change the world, that they have to obey all of these rules, they are told how and what to think. Then on the other hand they are told to think outside the box, be themselves, they are given excuses and reasons behind everything instead of discovering the meaning of life for themselves.

I liked the book, I found its topic very interesting. I used to be an education major and still have thoughts about pursuing that dream, so the title made me curious to read what Postman had to say.  I found his points eye opening and useful.

Postman talks about technology and how we use it in everyday life to communicate to others and to play games, but if we actually sat down and taught school children how to use the technology to further their education, they could master these technologies and make millions of new discoveries. Postman writes:

“I have previously alluded to—Huxley, Orwell, and Bradbury, for example. It would seem that everywhere one turns these days, there are books, articles, films, and television shows on the subject of how our technology has remade the world, and continues to remake it. It is among the leading topics of everyday conversation, especially among academics. There is, for example, hardly a school superintendent anywhere, or a college dean, who cannot give us a ready-made sermon on how we live in an ‘information age.’

This book was written in 1996, and in 1996 I started kindergarten. I think that since the publication of this book, while reflecting on my own years in school, more technology has definitely been implemented in the classroom, but in most cases, the children learning the technology know more about how it works than the person teaching them how to use it. If the educators were up to par on the newest technologies, it is a wonder what could be discovered by the little minds soaking up knowledge in the years to come.

Postman’s book did not specifically talk about the media, but the further I read into the book, the more connections I could see between the media and the problem Postman is discussing. The media has a huge impact on our educations. Like Postman said:

“Who writes the songs that young girls sing? Or the tales that old men tell? Who creates the myths that bind a nation and give purpose and meaning to the idea of a public education? In America, it is the advertisers and, of course, the popular musicians and filmmakers; maybe even the hollow men gathered around swimming pools in Beverly Hills, inventing stories we call television sitcoms.”

The media is one of the main education sources outside of teachers and books inside a classroom. All of us, not only children are retaining and using things we hear on television, on the radio, in the news.

I would definitely recommend this book to other students. It really puts into perspective how much we learn outside of school, and so many of us today spend our hours away from school like vegetables in front of a television or computer. It also makes one think of just how much the media informs us of things on a daily basis.

However, I do not think that this book relates to this course enough to be added to lecture materials or assigned reading. The connections I saw between this book and our course, were only in my mind and not in the book itself. Through being in the course and reading the book the connections made really gave me a new perspective on just how much we rely on the media for information and how much influence the media has upon our individual lives.

Worth of Spoken Words

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Lakhovsky: The Convesation; oil on panel (Беседа), 51.1 x 61.3 cm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We come into contact with  other people all day long, every single day. Greetings seem to have lost their meaning. We, “Hi, how are you?” and don’t even wait for a response. Do they really care? Why even ask? Only because it’s the polite thing to do and it is merely a custom. This familiar greeting has been exchanged by millions of people in hundreds of different languages since the beginning of time. We say, “How’s your day?” and people respond, “good,” “going well,” and “fine.” We have picked up on the social exchanges we trade-off every day and have them memorized in such a way that they have become robotic regurgitation. The greetings meant to connect us with other people, to learn their stories have lost their worth.

Some say, “I love you,” sometimes because they do mean it, like a father or mother to a son or daughter. The love is felt, but very seldom said meaningfully. This love is better felt when shown with more than an ‘atta boy.

Others say, “I love you,” because it has been said to them by a lover or a friend and some response is expected. While the tense awkward seconds tick by and the recipient just repeats the three words to avoid any pressure to think about their true feelings.

People on the job usually say, “How can I help you?” Which has become just a part of their job. They say these five words thousands of times a day. They aren’t really concerned with assisting your needs, just with providing you with their product to make your life simpler and making a sale.

Workers and customers very seldom recognize each other from visit to visit,  yet for most people it’s the most face to face interaction they encounter from day-to-day.

We say, “I’m sorry,” after we hurt someone. Sometimes it’s well meant such as at a funeral or when we’ve done something we regret; sometimes it’s just words said so we are off the hook and free to go about our day.

We say, nothing. More often than not we sit in silence. Even when we’re in large groups of people. We sit in doctor’s offices, classrooms, libraries, and hospital waiting rooms without speaking to anyone. We keep to ourselves and would rather check social media websites or pretend we’re texting a friend simply to avoid interaction with strangers.

“Nothing Time Hasn’t Touched”

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An old microphone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Voyd’s Restaurant was in the middle of nowhere. I don’t know how they happened to have customers because they didn’t advertise outside of one small sign at the intersection at the end of the road on the highway. It was a rather long drive, we could’ve easily gotten fast food in town much quicker on our way home, but there was just something about Voyd’s that called to my family. Throughout the busy week I had school and sports practices to attend, both of my parents’ jobs had stressful labor and time demands that left them napping on the couches at the end of the day. The weekends were our time to spend together combining our interests. We tried renting movies, but we would argue over genres, no matter what we chose someone wasn’t happy about the decision. Then one day my dad decided that we should go try the restaurant down the road from our house, and this quickly became our weekend tradition. We only went to Voyd’s after dark, arriving always after 6pm. My dad wanted to go there every Friday and Saturday night. It was his attempt at finding something we could all enjoy together as a family, and it really worked.

It was a small building, the outer walls covered with dark, raw wood from the sawmill located between two large cow pastures. To this day, it is the only restaurant menu I’ve ever seen that listed options like quail or pheasant. The owner’s sons would go hunting and fishing during the day and bring in that day’s spoils to put food on their customer’s table. I don’t know if I dreamed this or if one day their special was really squirrel and dumplings. I’m not sure what the health department had to say about all of this, but I’m glad they never shut Voyd’s down. My mother refused to cook anything other than deer meat that my dad brought in, and Voyd’s made for a nice compromise. I’m sure many of their customers enjoyed being able to come to Voyd’s and eat pheasant or quail instead of spending the whole day out hunting in a field, and running the risk of not bringing home enough to be worth cooking.

The tables at Voyd’s were pretty boring and normal, but the booth seats were different from any other restaurant seat I’ve ever sat in. These seats were comfortable. The cushions invited you to stay for awhile and enjoy yourself.

I lived in a dry town and it was an unspoken rule that the owner and manager would allow customers to bring in their own alcohol as long as they put it in a Styrofoam cup.

In the side section of Voyd’s, there was a room probably designed for private parties when the restaurant was built, but it had been renovated with a small stage and karaoke equipment. I still don’t know how he did it, but every weekend my dad would persuade my mother and myself to get up on stage and sing song after song. This gave me a delusion that I could sing for over two years. I was always shy about getting up in front of people and singing, but I would sing at Voyd’s without ever second guessing myself. Maybe it’s because there were never many customers, and the few people who came to Voyd’s would quickly tell and listen to each other’s life stories to the point that you’d think they had known each other their whole lives upon leaving. You felt like you were amongst your family.

It’s been ten years since that night we decided to drive down to Voyd’s. So much has changed since then. The small town is now wet, with package stores popping up on every corner. Voyd’s is now out of business, the restaurant was lost in a bad night of gambling. A couple, whose house was next door to the restaurant, bought the land and bulldozed down the building. The parking lot was always muddy grass, so they added an acre or two to their horse pasture.

My dad died shortly after we stopped going to Voyd’s. I remember how he looked at me every time I got up on stage to sing something by Allison Krauss or Patsy Cline. He always looked at me like I had really made him proud. Despite my lack of singing ability, he would clap like I was the next big show at the Grand Ole Opry. The other patrons’ reactions really clued me in on my tone deafness, but I didn’t care. I was only singing for my daddy. I never let anyone bring me down.

“Wedding Vows” A Sestina

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I’ve always imagined what I’d vow

In a commitment to last as long as my life

Never knowing if I could ever find that trust

In someone, enough to form a family

To grow our relationship in love

Eternally in the bond of marriage

There are many things to think about when it comes to marriage.

What will I say? What will I vow?

To care for my husband and nurture him with love

Throughout the ups and downs in life

To form and raise a little family

Parents and children full of trust

Open and loving relationships form trusting

Bonds that are important in a healthy marriage.

When we talk about our little family

To come one day, we always vow

To provide our children with the best life

We can give them. It starts with love.

After we met and fell in love

We cherished each other with a trust

That has become a huge part of our lives.

We’ve talked about getting married

Thought about our irrevocable vow

To raise a God-centered family

We will gather with our families

On a day surrounded with love

To give each other all of ourselves in a sacred vow

To have and to hold someone to trust

The rest of our lives begin with our marriage

We give each other our love for the entirety of our lives.

Changing how we go about living

Beginning with the two of us, starting a family

After a few anniversaries of our marriage

We will think back to our wedding day and the love

That we still will share, as long as we keep that trusting

Relationship that we have built and promised to each other in our vows.

Our vows, the trust that our marriage is built on.

“Pots and Pans” a Pantoum

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English: Pots and pans at the Tewkesbury Medieval Festival (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

As an only child I was usually left to entertain myself

 

Sitting on the back porch with old pots and pans

 

Pots rendered useless now to my mother who had scorched something

 

On the bottom of the pan, now black

 

 

 

Sitting on the back porch with pots and pans

 

I would search our big yard for things to fill the pots

 

On the bottom of the pan now black

 

With muddy water from the driveway

 

 

 

I would search our big yard for things to fill the pots

 

Picking leaves and berries to mix

 

With muddy water from the driveway

 

Stirring the ingredients together

 

 

 

Picking leaves and berries to mix

 

Now flour, milk, and eggs in a bowl

 

Stirring the ingredients together

 

Cooking dinner for my family

 

 

 

Now flour, milk, and eggs in a bowl

 

Ready to make biscuits

 

Cooking dinner for my family

 

Pots and pans now scattered on the counter.

 

 

 

As an only child I was usually left to entertain myself

 

Ready to make biscuits

 

Pots rendered useless now to my mother who had scorched something.

 

Pots and pans now scattered on the lawn.

 

 

Little Miss Priss

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English: Wolfie Pond Fishing stages on this popular fish pond off the Five Pits Trail. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Riding in an old green Ford truck,

 

Through the pasture to the lake

 

Brown and still as gravy left over on a dinner plate

 

Damp and muddy, a cooler for a seat.

 

 

 

After you stabbed a dog food can with

 

Your pocketknife, then throwing it into the water

 

To chum up the catfish, you’d make me

 

Bait my own hook. My fingers now dripping with blood

 

from the rooster liver.

 

 

 

Trying to fill the void of the son you never had

 

With me, little miss priss.

 

 

 

I hated sitting out here, soaked from the mist

 

Arguing with you about how to hold my reel.

 

Tap. Tap-tap. TUG. I jerked back my pole

 

Like you had taught me. I fought with the fish, and you.

 

 

 

You wouldn’t take the rod and help me. I had to bring him in alone.

 

Snap. My rod broke in two. With yours I try again.

 

We sit there all afternoon watching the birds between catches.

 

 

 

I remember you telling me you were trying to let me spread my wings.

 

It was time for your little bird to make her own way.

 

 

 

Beer cans and food wrappers now litter our spot.

 

With a cooler full of fish we drove home.

 

I sit here now and watch boats speed by like the years I had with you.

 

Wanting to return to that cherished time and not discard it like yesterday’s trash.

 

Blaming Disney

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ballroom dance entertain gentle icon symbol (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Like any other little girl,

After watching Disney princess films,

I would dream of my

Prince Charming. His qualities

A mix from the many Disney men.

Unrealistic? Maybe.

He’d be handsome, sweet, and well read,

Know how to ballroom dance and treat a lady,

Be loyal, courageous, and strong.

With dark hair, a tan, abs, and have

A royal lineage to inherit

A castle and kingdom.

That’s it. I’ve made my list.

I know the man I’m looking for.

It’s now time to play the dating game.

So many contestants lined up,

Life feels like one big episode of the Bachelorette.

But none quite meet my criteria…

Time to revise my dream man. Bring him

Down to reality. After all, the prince is married,

Normal guys turn to frogs, he is out there

Somewhere amongst these goons.

One day I’ll find him, until then I’m searching,

Searching. All the while I blame Disney.